That's no good. No more Bushmills for me, not like I was drinking it a lot anyway. What animal products are in Guinness? The wife and I are thinking of going veggie, which is a big step for us.
This is not a very good story: Danny Manley, my old college roommate and current frequent collaborator and maybe just maybe part of (never mind I'm not going to talk about it) looks like he just stepped off the boat, even though he's a Jersey guy all the way. He showed up at my wedding in Indiana 6 hours late, sleep-deprived, and completely wired on Red Bull (he drove all night and got lost; the best quote of the whole wedding was his: "I wept in a gas station men's room, but I was so caffed-up that I could only shed a single tear"). My wife's uncle, the retired judge who married us, had just gotten back from a couple of weeks in Ireland. He was pretty loaded by then, and kept talking to Danny in a bad Irish accent. Danny kept trying to explain that he was from Bergen County, but Uncle Chad was hearing none of it - but then Chad broke into a series of old Irish ballads and Danny started sung along, knowing every single word by heart. It actually looked involuntary, like a Pavlovian response.